TATIANA Ivanovich
Slowly
Her eyes began to shine brightly
as I watched golden dust of despair
fall from her truly beautiful raven hair
skin so soft and fair.
Now my heart is laden
for my distant maiden.
To her jeweled shore
I wish to reach to adore
and embrace her
angelic face
I alone undress her and gently caress her
nothing but I, a squire, who desires
to stand beside his Queens fire
© 2009 Michael Achilles